Inner thoughts on self realization

Mar 03, 2008 - 07:04 AM PST

He sits there all alone, huddled up in a corner. He looks so pathetic there, his arms hugging his knees to his chest. His head laying on top of his knees, face turned towards the wall. You can't even see his face. His hair tangled like he had just tried to pull it out with his bare hands. He hasnt moved in days. I wonder if he is even still breathing, you cant tell. Why is he sitting there? The sight of him is a little frightening. It almost seems as if his own shadow is trying to get away from him because of the way the light hits him in the corner. What could have happened to make this man stay curled up in a corner for days on end? Will he get up soon? Will he stay there until he dies? If he doesnt move, how will he get what he needs to survive to sit there another day? Does he even care? Who is he? Would I care so much if I knew who he was? Would I care so much if I knew what had happened to make him sit there? Would I care? I sit down to contemplate these thoughts. As I am sitting here, I lean into a corner and just watch him. Slowly and unconsciously I bring my knees up to my chest and hug them close. I lay my head upon my knees and watch. I continue to watch, waiting for something to happen. I watch waiting for my thoughts to come to order. I have been sitting here for days just watching. I havent moved an inch. Not a hair on my head has twitched in days. Why doesnt he move? Why dont I move? Who is he? Who am I? Slowly I drift off to sleep and picture myself sitting as I am in a room with a million little corners. I look around for a moment and I see a man sitting in every corner, holding themselves exactly the same way, uniform, and frightening. I realize that I am surrounded by tiny little mirror images of myself. What has happened to me to make me this way?